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campus, running as fast as she could

s was notoriously strict. Being five minutes late m

loor and stopped outside the heavy back do

heard a low male voice. She assumed

, she shoved the back doors open

round. Every single student

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oward the front podium, ready t

s hit the podium,

ired professor. It was Holland, dr

bitterly. He's th

llectually and being ambushed by it-after this morning's scen

into his trouser pocket. In the other

t Keeley standing in the doorway. A

slow, deliberate drawl. "It seems Ms. Jackson g

nstantly triggered a roar of laug

t like it was on fire. She wished

practically ran to the back corner and dropped

ering excitedly about how insanely hot

She couldn't hear a word Jasmine

s morning. He had reached his hands right into her classroom. And now he was using his TA

e, to vent, to call him every name in the book. But h

already

one cold and soft. The man had a control freak's instincts and the p

ocent. She stared at the chalkboard, at the complex dynamic progra

ant voice lecturing at th

r the classroom. Keeley kept h

ngered hand reached out, his towering frame leaning down so closely that his shadow entirely s

d her head up and crashed straight in

professional. "Since you seem to have so much free ti

rithm on the chalkboard. "Why don't you come up and solve this for us?

focused on them again. T

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